After his conversation with Stanley, James refused to sleep or even take a break from his patrols. His eyes shifted from side to side as he walked along the darkened streets.
He only realized how late it was when he began watching the sun rise in the distance and the houses begin to light up. Soon enough, tourists and aristocrats begin to flood the streets once more.
Shaking his head, James made his way through Nobles, spreading the news of the boy and igniting the situation previously thought to be just rumors. But despite the news of a boy losing his life, most of the people James talked to still mocked him and his mission and would leave him behind as they laughed at him.
“Damn these rich people…” James cursed under his breath as he shut his journal and took a moment to sit down. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before resting his head back on the frame of the bench.